Chuck: I'll be right back.

Chuck: (waking up) Hello!?

Chuck: What is that?! Hey! Anybody!?

Chuck to Wilson: You wouldn't have a match by any chance would you?

Chuck: (noise outside the cave) Shut up!

Chuck: Well, regardless I rather take my chances out there on the ocean than to stay here and die on this shit whole island spending the rest of my life talking to a GODDAMN VOLLEYBALL!

Chuck: Wilson!

FedEx friend: We had a funearl, a coffin, a gravestone. The whole thing.
Chuck: You had a coffin? What was in it?

Chuck: Let me get this straight. We have a pro football team and their Nashville?

Chuck: I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had control over nothing.

Chuck: One day logic was proven all wrong because the tide lifted, came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass. And I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I have to keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?

Kelly: I always knew you were alive, I knew it! Everybody said that I had to let you go! I love you. You're the love of my life!
Chuck: I love you too, Kelly. More than you'll ever know.

Chuck: First thing it's two minutes, then four, then six, then the next thing you know, we're the U.S. mail.

Chuck: We live and we die by time. And we must not commit the sin of turning our back on time.

Chuck: Gotta love crab. In the nick of time too. I couldn't take much more of those coconuts. Coconut milk is a natural laxative. That's something Gilligan never told us.

Chuck: That's a search area of 500,000 square miles. That's twice the size of Texas. They'll never find us.

Chuck: Don't worry Wilson, I'll do all the paddling. You just hang on!

Chuck: I'm always going to keep this watch on Memphis time. Kelly time!

Chuck: I should've never gotten on that plane. I should've never gotten out of the car.

Chuck: Hey, is all this turbulence from Santa and those 8 tiny reindeer?